Love Me Back
A one-shot based off of Arsonist’s Lullaby from Pan’s perspective, in which he has a girl on Neverland that he thinks of the spark to his fire type?? He loves her but is almost afraid to because his potential of being burned? “When I was sixteen my sense fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes.”
warnings: smut mention, swearing
You will kill me.
You will be the death of me, I think. I’m perched high up a tree, and gazing down to where you;re seated by the fire, surrounded by the Lost Boys. They are entranced by you, utterly fixated by the tales you weave and the jokes you crack, which grow dirtier and dirtier as the night wears on. The boys’ cackles and snickers float throughout the camp, and your pleasure at their entertainment is obvious upon your features, a cocky grin tugging at your lips.
Those damn lips.
How many times had those lips teased me, spouting words of playful contempt in my direction? How many times had those lips enraged me, quivering as you outrightly disobeyed my orders? How many times had those lips come a little too close to mine, agonizingly close and closer until…
…you pulled away, laughing at my loss of self and the glazed look in my eyes.
You infuriated me to no end, and yet, you were the only one in the world for me. How long would we play this little charade of cat and mouse? I’m the fucking leader of Neverland, and yet you have me around your little perfect finger. And you don’t even know it.
Or worse, you do.
The worst part about it is that I don’t know what exactly it is you want. It could be me, or the thrill of the chase. We are quite similar, you and I, so if you are anything like me, darling…
Perhaps you don’t want me. Perhaps this is all a fucking little game to you. A joke, even. A joke like you are making now, as the Lost Boys lean in closer to you, eager to simply be around your air, surrounded by your captivating aura. You are irresistible, to say the least. Perhaps I do not even want you.
Oh, but I do.
I want you so much, love, it scares me. It should scare you too. I want you. I want you to tease me. I want your lips to poke fun at me. I want your lips to smile at me. To kiss me. Around me. I want you in my arms and in my lap and fuck - kitten, I want to be in you. And I want you to hold me. I want you to grab on tight as I embrace you, shield you from the world. And I want you to fight, fight by my side and protect my boys and be mine mine mine.
But most of all, I want you to love me.
So please, love. Don’t hurt me. Don’t break me. My heart has been out of use for some time now. Please go slow. Please be gentle.
And love me back.